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w, because it's taken me this long just to get ready to leave. Minutes before the Zamboni took to the ice, I fell on

e it look easy, so why can't I do it? My parents are getting frustrated

I hobble out of the change room towards the front doors. Beams of sunlight str

y and choosing a spot closer to the front doors. I hobble through the parking lot with my skating bag slung over my shoulder, each ste

She wants to go out, do things, meet more boys. I always give her excuses, hardly able to spare free time for he

lf, I swear to myself things are going to be different. I never want t

g day and insert the key into the ignition.

spare. I carefully lower myself onto my assigned chair. Homeroom is only ten minutes long so I know I will have

y chair for support I slowly rise as the static plays with bits of the anthem in the background. The Catholic School Board really needs to invest in new

idea I exist whispers

ed to you?" He's, the cutest guy in sophomore class, I only see him fo

e shortest guy on our schools basketball team.

look like they are drawn with a ruler, and his beefy body is littered w

his age and on t

look for talking during her attendance. He ignores her just nodding back when his name is ca

to proceed to our first period. I ease myself out of my chair and swing

se my

that looked at

pain shoots down into my knee. Taken by surprise, my knee buc

n't wait to tell Tara. He helps me up and lets me lean on him for support. I coach myself to breath, as I immedia

wasn't this bad before." "

ve my mother's

drive?" He asks, his

l the encouragement he seems to need. He takes my bag and pla

uching his soft hair in the process and then I sniff quietly trying to pick up t

at her lips and then into her eyes before looking back down at her lips again. I swear if we would have been anywhere but here, in the corridor of the school he probably would have kissed me. The mood is instantaneously lost a

al," he insists, "in MY car."

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't have to, I'll call or

time he changes gears I'

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ne back into my bag and try not to look over in